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fia's waist, a blatant declaration of war against his own blood. Don Antonio's knuckles turned white ar

at me from beneath her lashes. Her doe eyes swam with perf

with a sickening mix of triumph and fake pity

lian shot me a dark, warning glare, silently commandi

ootsteps were measured, calm. When I reached them, I didn't hesitate. I raised m

ed off the mahogany

lapsed against Julian's chest. A bright red h

aid, my voice dropping to a lethal,

murderous fury. He shoved Sofia behind him, shie

age. "You have no right. A Moretti wife should h

eet b

, I had swallowed his insults, turned a blind eye to his infidelities, and ultimately died for my blind obedience. He wanted a sile

ged through my veins, drowning out any lingering fear

k another s

vement, I swung my arm and backhande

hable ego. Julian stumbled back half a step, his jaw slack with ab

rkening to pitch black. Yet, neither of them uttered a single word to stop me. They couldn't. Julian had broken the regola

s. Dante was still leaning there, but the bored, drunken indifference was entirely gone. A

vy with the weight of a shattered alliance, waitin